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TERRIFIER
21
Electronic
TERRIFIER è stato pubblicato il 6 dicembre 2024 da disoc8 come parte dell'album TERRIFIER - Single
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Data di uscita6 dicembre 2024
Etichettadisoc8
LanguageEnglish
Melodicità
Acousticità
Valence
Ballabilità
Energia
BPM160

Crediti

COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Kramer
John Kramer
Songwriter

Testi

I'll show you what you did to me, baby, was it worth it?
Medicate the horror in my head, so worthless
Look at what you did to me, does it make you nervous?
One-hundred seventy stab wounds, the autopsy confirmed this
Feel so empty, I don't think I like this
Oh my god, I've fucking relapsed, I need to hide it
Laid so pretty, the sight is fucking priceless
I promise, when I bury you, I'll find a place, the nicest
Cut it, cut it
I got some horrid habits
I haven't slept in fucking days, I don't know how I manage
I inflict self damage
I feel so fucking wretched
I shove my fingers down my throat, I feel like such a faggot
Meet my chainsaw, it's so fun
You look like you've had enough
The shit that's coming out your fucking mouth, it makes me wanna cut
Shut your trap, just keep it stuffed
When you're scared, it makes me blush
Yeah, let's have a fucking meth blood orgy, I don't give a fuck
Do you like scary movies?
Uh-huh
What's your favorite scary movie?
Uh, I don't know
You have to have a favorite, what comes to mind?
Baby girl, I know you're scared of me
I'm the reason you can't sleep
Bae, I'm stitching up your mouth
I don't wanna hear a peep
Cut it, cut it, cut it, cut it
Tie a rope around my neck, like, fuck it
Baby girl, I know you're scared of me
Knifes so sharp, you don't believe
Stitching up your arteries
I love your blood, I love your screams
I'm fucked up and it makes me sick
I wanna vomit everywhere
Wanna see you fucking dead
I'm not right in the head
Yeah, Freddy Krueger
Freddy, that's right, I like that movie
It was scary
I'll show you what you did to me, baby, was it worth it?
Medicate the horror in my head, so worthless
Look at what you did to me, does it make you nervous?
One-hundred seventy stab wounds, the autopsy confirmed this
Feel so empty, I don't think I like this
Oh my god, I've fucking relapsed, I need to hide it
Laid so pretty, the sight is fucking priceless
I promise, when I bury you, I'll find a place, the nicest
Cut it, cut it
I got some horrid habits
I haven't slept in fucking days, I don't know how I manage
I inflict self damage
I feel so fucking wretched
I shove my fingers down my throat, I feel like such a faggot
Written by: John Kramer
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